" There was nothing so glorious at Pierce and Pierce. They had a steady supply of free labor coming in from the university and rather than being the "...star intern," I was just another face in the crowd. Or so I thought.During my morning rounds as I was delivering mail to the executive offices (how glamorous), I was keeping my head down and going in and out of the offices as quickly and quietly as I could (as I had been directed). I was amazed when one of the executives, Mr. Beechem, took the. I waited for him in my sleeping quarters under my blanket, a thick grey blanket hiding my nakedness from view. I was expecting him to come alone, but he arrived with others, dressed in his suit, apologising for his departure, but they had to go. He sat beside me, trying to stem my disappointment. I could feel the concern of his companions, who stood waiting for him in the background. He did not have time for this, they had to go. In his hand he held a golden disc, shining, vibrant — a single. He knocks lightly on the door and Arnie looks up from his computer. Seeing Ed at the door, he motions him to come in. "Hey Ed, have a seat, even if you didn't help me with Molly." Ed glares at him, "Whoa now, buddy, you shot yourself in the foot with that bullshit about driving yourself and not telling me, and kinda forgetting to tell your wife about Charlene. You have to admit you made yourself look pretty stupid, so don't give me any shit about helping you. Now, do you want to hear what I. “My parents were super strict and very tight-ass, prudish, born-again, evangelical types, you know. They even rejected the many customs and traditions of our people, believing them to be heathen and wrong, Satanic even. They were fully immersed in this worldview of theirs. Ugh. Anything that wasn’t a literal interpretation of Scripture was diabolical in origin.“I was always torn between those two sides of me, the slutty side that gave it out wholesale, anything but the V-card, and the.